420 ftw
i voted for prop eight dipshit. more weddings = more CAKE.
so i was sitting on this guys lap, and we were flirting and everything right..well his phone kept ringing, turns out it was his pregnant wife...she had gone into labor..
Well i just learned hong kong is a country...thank you olympics
I lost control in the snow and hit a parked car. I went into our building to get a pen and paper to leave a note and when I came back the car was gone and there was a hot girl there. I used the pen and paper to get her number.
Quiet hours sex sucks. I hate finals.
You'll be happy to know that I did indeed fracture my rib in a sex related injury
she said she was living bicuriously through me.
whatever. i almost had sex in a car with someone passed out in the back seat. phone's not my biggest worry.
Steve is gonna hang his bear rug on the wall because he doesn't trust us not to have sex on it...
My night ended with Em alternately crying and throwing up in the arms of a guy wearing a cutoff and a tiara. I sat holding a garbage can and wine glass full of water wondering how our night got to this point.
He's currently surrounded by roughly 23 girls he fucked and never called. He may not make it out of here. Bar of doom? Or of redemption?
No, they seem attractive after SIX beers, after three they're just the gender you're looking for.
His roommates are gone so we had sex in every room of the house and watched the wire. What have you done today?
His junk had piercings everywhere. The dick and balls. It was a fucking pirate penis.
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